Skirt
your complexion indeed competes
with a riped pawpaw
and it's true that it never fails
to capture roaming gaze
Blouse
whose skin color
is like a shining charcoal
bewitching the eyes of young and old
Skirt and Blouse
respect and dignity
secret of nudity
during days of decency
To you Skirt,
why have you change of sudden
keeping malice with the knee?
showing hips that glow
radiating like a hot laughing charcoal
Blouse
you also have refused
to prevent naked shame again
why do you now presents
slacked breast and cleavages?
casting shadow of lust on roaming retinas
Skirts and Blouse
you now roam the street
bewitching innocent trousers
showing to them long straight legs
that cause tension
like a soldier attention
Skirt and Blouse
turned ushers of doom
when days of decency
have slept in their tomb
To me,
I have spoken to my Legs
to run away from skirts
whose lips tell tales of doom
and blouse
of stolen conscience
who behold secrets to early grave
Skirt and Blouse
I learnt you never deny access again
to the well of wonders
between your twin towers
falling victims to sweet lies
confined in the pockets of
lying trousers
I have pleaded with the wind
to courier my words to you
let them journey through your veins
Remember him
that will be the cloud
to cover your nudity in his shelter
remember him
that tree which will
shade you from the
spitting sun tomorrow
Take heed
lest your dignity
will be as black as the charcoal
wrapped in the warmth of regret.
Contributor: Odunola Don Kolawolu
whose skin color
is like a shining charcoal
bewitching the eyes of young and old
Skirt and Blouse
respect and dignity
secret of nudity
during days of decency
To you Skirt,
why have you change of sudden
keeping malice with the knee?
showing hips that glow
radiating like a hot laughing charcoal
Blouse
you also have refused
to prevent naked shame again
why do you now presents
slacked breast and cleavages?
casting shadow of lust on roaming retinas
Skirts and Blouse
you now roam the street
bewitching innocent trousers
showing to them long straight legs
that cause tension
like a soldier attention
Skirt and Blouse
turned ushers of doom
when days of decency
have slept in their tomb
To me,
I have spoken to my Legs
to run away from skirts
whose lips tell tales of doom
and blouse
of stolen conscience
who behold secrets to early grave
Skirt and Blouse
I learnt you never deny access again
to the well of wonders
between your twin towers
falling victims to sweet lies
confined in the pockets of
lying trousers
I have pleaded with the wind
to courier my words to you
let them journey through your veins
Remember him
that will be the cloud
to cover your nudity in his shelter
remember him
that tree which will
shade you from the
spitting sun tomorrow
Take heed
lest your dignity
will be as black as the charcoal
wrapped in the warmth of regret.
Contributor: Odunola Don Kolawolu
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